The Alpha’s Curvy Cinderella - Chapter 59: Chapter 59
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Jordan POV
The stranger turned his head to the side to look at me and I inhaled, my body quivering. He was large, tall, and heavily built with auburn hair and a matching beard. His eyes were cold and dark, and he had wrinkles at the corner of his eyes and on his forehead. He was easily father’s age at least with broad shoulders. I didn’t like the look of him. He was eyeing me as though I was a tiny morsel he wanted to devour, licking his lips and looking at me salaciously. Stella cleared her throat, moving forward on her heels.
“Alpha Romero,” she said sweetly “forgive us for taking so long but as you can see, I’m sure you are in agreement that the wait was more than worth it. I would like to introduce my darling stepdaughter Jordan to you.”
Darling stepdaughter my ass I thought resentfully. The strange man who I now knew to be another Alpha stood up, towering over me as I fought the urge to back away or flinch, his eyes softening slightly as he offered his hand to me. I tentatively took it, his large hand enveloping mine and shaking it roughly.
“It’s a pleasure” he drawled, his eyes looking me up and down “You are right Maxwell, she is a lovely little thing isn’t she” he added, glancing over his shoulder at my father who beamed at him.
Excuse me, I wanted to say, I’m standing right here, and my ears are working perfectly fine. I’m not deaf in case you were wondering. Also, last time I checked, I had a voice, you know, just in case you wanted me to use it.
I gritted my teeth. He reached out and I flinched as he grabbed my lip and pulled them apart, inspecting my teeth. “Teeth are in excellent health,” he said as I stiffened. He pulled my hair back to check the nape of my neck. I was beginning to feel like a broodmare. “She doesn’t have a mark on her neck so she hasn’t met her mate yet, or taken one” he murmured. “No, I can assure you she most definitely hasn’t” Stella assured him, smiling widely as she perched on her chair, her eyes assessing his every move as she sought to keep Alpha Romero happy.
He looked up my nostrils next as I flared them in indignation. What the hell was he looking for? He pulled down my eyelids and stared into my eyes. “No signs of addiction to drugs” he said, “at least as far as damage to her pupils or nostrils go.” “My daughter would never entertain the thought of taking drugs,” my father said evenly, between gritted teeth.
Huh, now you want to acknowledge me as your daughter, when it suits you, you bastard, I seethed. Alpha Romero grabbed my hands and turned them over, looking at the shredded skin and bruises with dismay.
“What is this?” he asked, raising a brow and turning to look at Stella.
“She’s a hard worker,” Stella said hastily “does a lot of cleaning and housework including for the pack house. An asset I would imagine, is it not?”
He nodded. Liars, I fumed. He began to walk around me, and I glanced at my father who merely gave a tight nod, indicating I shouldn’t move. I felt nervous and apprehensive. I knew what this was. This was the man who wanted a breeder. I sucked in a breath. I felt sick. I wanted to run, but my feet wouldn’t cooperate. How far would I get in heels anyway? I felt Alpha Romero’s rough hands squeeze my ass and let out a shriek in surprise.
“Her ass is nice and soft. Pleasantly so” Alpha Romero said calmly, as though he hadn’t just accosted me in front of everybody.
I bit my tongue before I said something I would regret. His hands gripped my hips. “You are right, she does have the perfect hips for childbirth,” he told Stella huskily.
“Doesn’t she just?” Stella said approvingly “There’s no doubt in my mind that she’ll be able to give birth to dozens of children without any trouble at all. Not with those wide hips of hers,” she said smugly.
He squeezed me and then let go. I fought the urge to turn around and slap him, knowing it would only make my situation worse.
“Any tattoos or piercings?” he asked, turning to my father.
He shook his head at Alpha Romero “I never allowed her to have any. Her skin is completely unblemished from those unsightly things” he assured the Alpha who looked pleased.
“Good, I dislike them on women. It makes them look masculine and unfeminine” Alpha Romero growled “It ruins their pretty features and makes them unattractive to the male eye.”
What a misogynist. He acted as though females were merely put on earth to attract the male species. I instantly despised this guy. I clenched my jaw. But my body was shaking in pure rage. Thankfully, he didn’t notice. None of them did. They were all too focused on this so-called inspection and pleasing Alpha Romero to give a flying fig about my feelings on the manner, not to mention the money they would no doubt get for selling me to him as a breeder.
He stood in front of me, his eyes piercing as he c****d his head. I jumped as his hands reached out and grabbed my breasts, roughly squeezing them as I hissed in pain. “Soft, squishy, large. Perfect for breastfeeding, should my wife be unable to” he said, still holding my breasts, the perve.
I glanced down and to my horror saw that he had an erection that was straining through his pants. The son of a b***h was getting off on this. All hopes of him discarding me or rejecting me as a breeder went through the window. If he was having this type of reaction to me, then he was going to want me, no questions asked. Damnit. I couldn’t allow this to happen. Nothing would be worse than having to go with this man. I shuddered, anticipating the horrors that would await me if that was the case.
He finally let go of my breasts and I breathed a little easier. He sat back down opposite my father and rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
“Is she a virgin” he drawled, looking genuinely curious.
Oh f**k. My body tensed. Images of sleeping with a naked man danced through my head. Nobody knew about it but me. But my virginity was well and truly gone. I wasn’t about to let that secret slip through my lips though. Not without a good reason. Although come to think of that, that time might be now, especially if it voided the contract.
My father shot me a look. I blinked at him, trying to appear innocent.
“Never mind, the virginity isn’t the worry. My main concern or really my one condition of this contract going ahead is that she not be pregnant” Alpha Romero said casually “As long as you can provide proof of that, then I will pay the 2 million you have asked for with a subsequent million for every heir she provides me with.”
Holy s**t. They were getting that much money for me? I was so angry I was seeing red. Sarah would get that money and she wasn’t having to do anything unpleasant for it! I needed to take matters into my own hands. There was only one thing for it but I knew it was going to make my father furious. Before I could speak, however, my father chose to. “What kind of proof is it you require?” he asked calmly, leaning back in his chair.
Alpha Romero thought for a moment. “A negative pregnancy test, one week after her periods are expected, along with a blood test.”
My father nodded, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, his eyes darting to my face which was fast draining of color. “I’m sure that could easily be arranged,” he said nonchalantly.
My father turned to me. “When are you due?” he asked.
I stared at him blankly.
“Your menses or whatever you call it,” he said impatiently “when is it due.”
Realization dawned. “In a week,” I said in a soft voice, blushing profusely.
Alpha Romero looked pleased. “Then it won’t be long until we introduce the contract.”
I interrupted. “What if I’m pregnant, does that void the contract?” I asked, avoiding my father’s gaze.
“Do you have any reason to suspect you are?” My father growled, his tone one of rage.
Alpha Romero held up his hand, unfazed by the question, keeping his cool. “If in that case, that situation arises, I would want proof of an abortion so that I know that when you are pregnant it is with my child and not some strangers” he explained coldly as I stared at him in disbelief.
He wanted me to kill my baby in exchange for having his. How could anybody be that cruel, that cold?
“I’m sure that you have nothing to worry about, but I thank you for your understanding,” my father said tightly, shooting me a look full of daggers “Are there any other conditions we should know about?”
Alpha Romero considered. “My wife is not pleased with the idea of a breeder,” he said delicately “but her failure to provide me with children has meant I have no choice but to seek one out. It was that or divorce her and cast her out of the pack. She may make life difficult for Jordan here, so I have been forced to find different accommodations for Jordan that is on the outskirts of the pack. She will be confined, under guard for her own safety. It will be quite lonely” he said “Is that going to be a problem?”
“None at all” Stella said warmly “Jordan will be fine. She’s quite used to being alone” she added wickedly as I glowered at her.
“You will want for nothing” Alpha Romero assured me, while I wanted to gape at him “So long as you continue to please me that is” he added darkly.
I gulped. I had no doubts as to what pleasing him would entail. His eyes were bright as he stood up and shook my father and Stella’s hand, giving me a wink. “I look forward to our next meeting when the contract will officially be signed” he breathed, sailing out of the room, Stella on his heels, playing the perfect hostess and saying goodbye.
“Am I to be locked in the basement again” I snarled “or am I free to come and go as I please?” I was barely keeping my composure.
“Can you get that bracelet off?” he asked calmly, glancing down at my wrist.
I frowned and tried to rip it off, but it was too tight and the hinges refused to give. He grinned. “You try and take that off without permission or try to leave the house without me or Stella, that sends an electric current so powerful that it will immediately cause unconsciousness. I have the only remote to free you, so be warned. You may go, start cleaning the kitchen up or something” he said dismissively as I gaped at him. Bastard.
I walked out of the door without another word, still trying to rip the bracelet off. I was screwed, I thought miserably, well and truly screwed.
The stranger turned his head to the side to look at me and I inhaled, my body quivering. He was large, tall, and heavily built with auburn hair and a matching beard. His eyes were cold and dark, and he had wrinkles at the corner of his eyes and on his forehead. He was easily father’s age at least with broad shoulders. I didn’t like the look of him. He was eyeing me as though I was a tiny morsel he wanted to devour, licking his lips and looking at me salaciously. Stella cleared her throat, moving forward on her heels.
“Alpha Romero,” she said sweetly “forgive us for taking so long but as you can see, I’m sure you are in agreement that the wait was more than worth it. I would like to introduce my darling stepdaughter Jordan to you.”
Darling stepdaughter my ass I thought resentfully. The strange man who I now knew to be another Alpha stood up, towering over me as I fought the urge to back away or flinch, his eyes softening slightly as he offered his hand to me. I tentatively took it, his large hand enveloping mine and shaking it roughly.
“It’s a pleasure” he drawled, his eyes looking me up and down “You are right Maxwell, she is a lovely little thing isn’t she” he added, glancing over his shoulder at my father who beamed at him.
Excuse me, I wanted to say, I’m standing right here, and my ears are working perfectly fine. I’m not deaf in case you were wondering. Also, last time I checked, I had a voice, you know, just in case you wanted me to use it.
I gritted my teeth. He reached out and I flinched as he grabbed my lip and pulled them apart, inspecting my teeth. “Teeth are in excellent health,” he said as I stiffened. He pulled my hair back to check the nape of my neck. I was beginning to feel like a broodmare. “She doesn’t have a mark on her neck so she hasn’t met her mate yet, or taken one” he murmured. “No, I can assure you she most definitely hasn’t” Stella assured him, smiling widely as she perched on her chair, her eyes assessing his every move as she sought to keep Alpha Romero happy.
He looked up my nostrils next as I flared them in indignation. What the hell was he looking for? He pulled down my eyelids and stared into my eyes. “No signs of addiction to drugs” he said, “at least as far as damage to her pupils or nostrils go.” “My daughter would never entertain the thought of taking drugs,” my father said evenly, between gritted teeth.
Huh, now you want to acknowledge me as your daughter, when it suits you, you bastard, I seethed. Alpha Romero grabbed my hands and turned them over, looking at the shredded skin and bruises with dismay.
“What is this?” he asked, raising a brow and turning to look at Stella.
“She’s a hard worker,” Stella said hastily “does a lot of cleaning and housework including for the pack house. An asset I would imagine, is it not?”
He nodded. Liars, I fumed. He began to walk around me, and I glanced at my father who merely gave a tight nod, indicating I shouldn’t move. I felt nervous and apprehensive. I knew what this was. This was the man who wanted a breeder. I sucked in a breath. I felt sick. I wanted to run, but my feet wouldn’t cooperate. How far would I get in heels anyway? I felt Alpha Romero’s rough hands squeeze my ass and let out a shriek in surprise.
“Her ass is nice and soft. Pleasantly so” Alpha Romero said calmly, as though he hadn’t just accosted me in front of everybody.
I bit my tongue before I said something I would regret. His hands gripped my hips. “You are right, she does have the perfect hips for childbirth,” he told Stella huskily.
“Doesn’t she just?” Stella said approvingly “There’s no doubt in my mind that she’ll be able to give birth to dozens of children without any trouble at all. Not with those wide hips of hers,” she said smugly.
He squeezed me and then let go. I fought the urge to turn around and slap him, knowing it would only make my situation worse.
“Any tattoos or piercings?” he asked, turning to my father.
He shook his head at Alpha Romero “I never allowed her to have any. Her skin is completely unblemished from those unsightly things” he assured the Alpha who looked pleased.
“Good, I dislike them on women. It makes them look masculine and unfeminine” Alpha Romero growled “It ruins their pretty features and makes them unattractive to the male eye.”
What a misogynist. He acted as though females were merely put on earth to attract the male species. I instantly despised this guy. I clenched my jaw. But my body was shaking in pure rage. Thankfully, he didn’t notice. None of them did. They were all too focused on this so-called inspection and pleasing Alpha Romero to give a flying fig about my feelings on the manner, not to mention the money they would no doubt get for selling me to him as a breeder.
He stood in front of me, his eyes piercing as he c****d his head. I jumped as his hands reached out and grabbed my breasts, roughly squeezing them as I hissed in pain. “Soft, squishy, large. Perfect for breastfeeding, should my wife be unable to” he said, still holding my breasts, the perve.
I glanced down and to my horror saw that he had an erection that was straining through his pants. The son of a b***h was getting off on this. All hopes of him discarding me or rejecting me as a breeder went through the window. If he was having this type of reaction to me, then he was going to want me, no questions asked. Damnit. I couldn’t allow this to happen. Nothing would be worse than having to go with this man. I shuddered, anticipating the horrors that would await me if that was the case.
He finally let go of my breasts and I breathed a little easier. He sat back down opposite my father and rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
“Is she a virgin” he drawled, looking genuinely curious.
Oh f**k. My body tensed. Images of sleeping with a naked man danced through my head. Nobody knew about it but me. But my virginity was well and truly gone. I wasn’t about to let that secret slip through my lips though. Not without a good reason. Although come to think of that, that time might be now, especially if it voided the contract.
My father shot me a look. I blinked at him, trying to appear innocent.
“Never mind, the virginity isn’t the worry. My main concern or really my one condition of this contract going ahead is that she not be pregnant” Alpha Romero said casually “As long as you can provide proof of that, then I will pay the 2 million you have asked for with a subsequent million for every heir she provides me with.”
Holy s**t. They were getting that much money for me? I was so angry I was seeing red. Sarah would get that money and she wasn’t having to do anything unpleasant for it! I needed to take matters into my own hands. There was only one thing for it but I knew it was going to make my father furious. Before I could speak, however, my father chose to. “What kind of proof is it you require?” he asked calmly, leaning back in his chair.
Alpha Romero thought for a moment. “A negative pregnancy test, one week after her periods are expected, along with a blood test.”
My father nodded, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, his eyes darting to my face which was fast draining of color. “I’m sure that could easily be arranged,” he said nonchalantly.
My father turned to me. “When are you due?” he asked.
I stared at him blankly.
“Your menses or whatever you call it,” he said impatiently “when is it due.”
Realization dawned. “In a week,” I said in a soft voice, blushing profusely.
Alpha Romero looked pleased. “Then it won’t be long until we introduce the contract.”
I interrupted. “What if I’m pregnant, does that void the contract?” I asked, avoiding my father’s gaze.
“Do you have any reason to suspect you are?” My father growled, his tone one of rage.
Alpha Romero held up his hand, unfazed by the question, keeping his cool. “If in that case, that situation arises, I would want proof of an abortion so that I know that when you are pregnant it is with my child and not some strangers” he explained coldly as I stared at him in disbelief.
He wanted me to kill my baby in exchange for having his. How could anybody be that cruel, that cold?
“I’m sure that you have nothing to worry about, but I thank you for your understanding,” my father said tightly, shooting me a look full of daggers “Are there any other conditions we should know about?”
Alpha Romero considered. “My wife is not pleased with the idea of a breeder,” he said delicately “but her failure to provide me with children has meant I have no choice but to seek one out. It was that or divorce her and cast her out of the pack. She may make life difficult for Jordan here, so I have been forced to find different accommodations for Jordan that is on the outskirts of the pack. She will be confined, under guard for her own safety. It will be quite lonely” he said “Is that going to be a problem?”
“None at all” Stella said warmly “Jordan will be fine. She’s quite used to being alone” she added wickedly as I glowered at her.
“You will want for nothing” Alpha Romero assured me, while I wanted to gape at him “So long as you continue to please me that is” he added darkly.
I gulped. I had no doubts as to what pleasing him would entail. His eyes were bright as he stood up and shook my father and Stella’s hand, giving me a wink. “I look forward to our next meeting when the contract will officially be signed” he breathed, sailing out of the room, Stella on his heels, playing the perfect hostess and saying goodbye.
“Am I to be locked in the basement again” I snarled “or am I free to come and go as I please?” I was barely keeping my composure.
“Can you get that bracelet off?” he asked calmly, glancing down at my wrist.
I frowned and tried to rip it off, but it was too tight and the hinges refused to give. He grinned. “You try and take that off without permission or try to leave the house without me or Stella, that sends an electric current so powerful that it will immediately cause unconsciousness. I have the only remote to free you, so be warned. You may go, start cleaning the kitchen up or something” he said dismissively as I gaped at him. Bastard.
I walked out of the door without another word, still trying to rip the bracelet off. I was screwed, I thought miserably, well and truly screwed.
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